Nothing but Empty Fame

In the past, they worshipped a great deity here.

If a powerful deity is willing to intervene, he will always give some kind of response before making his move.

Never before had they been informed that the sage had performed his Law Technique.

This was made by a celestial being.

The deity didn't react at all during the ritual.

Now that I'm back, the rice paddies are already wet from the rain.

This seems a bit strange.

Even that great immortal's Divine Ability weren't that powerful, were they?

Muramasa was puzzled, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

After all, he couldn't be sure if it was done by a shaman.

If it really was the work of a powerful deity, then if he voiced his doubts now, it would be troublesome if the deity took notice of him.

"I should thank the master properly later for this matter!"

The other villagers spoke up with great joy at this moment.

They were already convinced that this was what the sorcerer did.

"This might not have been done by a shaman."

Just as the villagers were discussing this, a person suddenly walked out of the village and said something hesitantly.

Upon hearing this, the villager standing nearby paused for a moment, then frowned.

"Don't talk nonsense. If it wasn't a shaman who did this, who else could it be? You couldn't have dug the irrigation ditch, could you?"

Looking around, I couldn't see any irrigation ditch. How could it be an irrigation ditch?

"Of course it wasn't me, but it was most likely one of the wandering Daoist priests who came to the village to treat illnesses before."

The villager who spoke hesitated for a moment before saying, "We were all sick before, weren't we? After those wandering Daoist priests came, they burned some talismans and fed us some talisman water, and we got better."

"Moreover, when these Daoist priests left, we saw a dark mass outside, like dark clouds, but very low. We had a feeling that they were the ones who did it."

The villager who spoke up told these people what he had seen in the village.

In his opinion, this must have been done by those wandering Daoist priests, because they were too powerful.

After a few talismans were applied, their illnesses were completely cured.

Moreover, I saw that dark mass at the time.

He wanted to go out and take a look, but he was stopped.

It looks like something made by Daoist priests.

"Is that so?"

Upon hearing this, the group who had just come down the mountain from their offerings frowned, not expecting that such a thing had happened.

They looked at each other.

If that's the case, perhaps it really was those Daoist priests who did it?

"Since we cannot ascertain the truth of this matter, there is no need to discuss it further."

Upon seeing this, Muramasa pondered for a moment and then said something.

They have no way of knowing who did it, and jumping to conclusions could easily offend someone.

Both sides appear to possess considerable Divine Ability and are not people they can afford to offend.

After much thought, I'll just assume both of them are the ones casting the spell.

Whoever comes will be treated well; there's absolutely no mistake.

Thinking of this, the village chief immediately began to earnestly explain to the villagers what they should do if they were to encounter those Daoist priests again.

Halfway up the mountain, the pangolin absorbed all the incense offerings in front of it and then refined them all. It felt that its cultivation had increased significantly, and it couldn't help but feel a little happy.

This kind of cultivation is much faster than absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

It is said that if one absorbs the fortune of the Human Race, one's cultivation speed will be faster.

I don't know if it's true or not.

The pangolin seemed somewhat tempted, but then shook its head, dismissing the idea.

It must not have any inappropriate thoughts. If it were to provoke those cultivators, its current level of cultivation would not be enough to defeat them.

However, the previous one went a bit too far.

That guy probably coveted the fate of the Human Race, which is why he thought of using such methods to starve everyone in this village to death.

Thinking about this, and recalling the requests the villagers had just made, the pangolin hesitated again.

If that guy hadn't threatened it, it would have been easy for it to help dig out a water vein and irrigate the fields.

But now that the great demon is here, it is so intimidated that it dares not make a move.

After all, if they really started fighting, that great demon wouldn't let them off the hook.

But if I give up like this, I won't have any incense offerings to cultivate in the future.

It was clear that there were far fewer incense sticks burning today than in previous years.

Previously, when these villagers came to offer sacrifices, the power of the incense significantly enhanced its spiritual power.

Today, the incense offerings seem to result in exceptionally slow progress in cultivation.

It seems that these villagers are not as dedicated to the sacrificial rites as they used to be.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; this is the fifth time these villagers have come to it for help.

If they don't get a response every time, the villagers' sincerity will definitely continue to decline.

In the end, this incense will be completely extinguished.

"If you've decided not to help, then you should at least look elsewhere and see if you can get humans to build you a temple."

Thinking this through, the pangolin immediately made up its mind.

After much deliberation, it finally decided not to offer any help.

After all, that guy from before was really dangerous.

"Senior."

Fang Zelin walked ahead, his eyes scanning the hills and forests in front of him from time to time to discern whether there was Yao Qi around him.

What is it?

Seeing a disciple calling him from behind, Fang Zelin turned around and glanced back.

He was a disciple who had previously come to the village to help treat the villagers.

"Senior, after the rain just fell, the villagers all seem to think it was the work of that powerful spirit. What should we do?"

The Rising Tide Valley disciple who arrived recounted what he had just witnessed to Fang Zelin.

He stayed there mainly to make sure no villagers came forward and saw this situation before the dark clouds cleared.

After the Lesser Cloud and Rain Technique dissipated, as they were about to leave, they saw some villagers arrive and overheard the conversation. So they told Fang Zelin about what had happened.

Fang Zelin was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then looked at his disciple with amusement, "Do you value such empty fame so much?"

Upon hearing this, the disciple frowned, thought for a moment, and then shook his head. "This junior doesn't care, but I feel that what you did, senior, is now being treated as something that pangolin did, which I find somewhat..."

"Dissatisfied?"

Fang Zelin looked at the other person and already knew what they were thinking.

The disciple thought for a moment after hearing this, then nodded.

"Such empty fame is of no use to us, and it's not bad fame either, so it doesn't matter."

"Furthermore, if this matter can bring the pangolin to its senses, that would be a good thing. After all, it has protected this village for quite some time, and its nature is still quite good."

As Fang Zelin finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance back at the village that was now almost completely gone.